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Thursday, January 8, 2015

Hunted by a Jaguar by Felicity Heaton

Hunted by a Jaguar, the fourth book in New York Times best-seller Felicity Heaton’s hot paranormal romance series, Eternal Mates, is now available in ebook and paperback. To celebrate the release, she’s holding a FANTASTIC GIVEAWAY at her website and sharing sneak peeks of the book.

If you haven’t had a chance to step into this passionate and action-packed world of dark elves, fae, demons, vampires, shifters and hunters, then you can take the leap with the first book in the series, Kissed by a Dark Prince, which is only 99c / 99p until January 15th as part of her fantastic Winter Warmers special deals. Find all the deals and links to your favourite retailers at: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/paranormal-romance-ebook-offers.php

Here’s more about Hunted by a Jaguar, including an excerpt from this paranormal romance novel.

A jaguar shifter with a dark secret, Kyter has spent his entire life running from his demons. When a tragedy takes him back to his pride’s village, he is set on a path of vengeance that will see him collide with the terrible ghosts of his past and a beautiful vision of his future.

Iolanthe deals in finding artefacts for discerning clients, but this time her client is one of the deadliest men in Hell and her mission has the highest stakes imaginable. Failure is not an option when your life is on the line, but things take a dangerous turn when she crosses paths with a handsome and mysterious male on the hunt for the same artefact—a male who declares she is his eternal mate.

Can Iolanthe resist Kyter’s wicked allure and find the artefact before he does? Can Kyter face his demons and win the heart of his fated female? Or will this deadly game of cat and mouse claim both of their lives?

Excerpt

Kyter grinned when he finally found the building he had been searching for. He walked into the larger building, immediately breathing a sigh of sweet relief as cooler air greeted him. It was dark inside with the fading light, but the modern roof over the series of rooms was raised around a foot off the structure, creating an opening through which a modest amount of light could enter. He used his heightened vision to navigate the rooms, seeking the one he had read about.

He found it in the largest room. Half of it was divided into three square rooms by two thick walls. The section to the right had been walled in again, but the parts in the middle and to the left were open. The central part was the reason he had come to this place.

Two columns covered in white and red plaster stood at the end of the walls that enclosed what appeared to be a sort of ancient chapel. The floor in the area there was raised up two steps and the three walls had been painted. Directly ahead of him, in the back wall, there was an arch, and blue and white panels decorated the plaster. There was a small stone plinth in the centre of the arch, as if something sacred or important had once been placed there.

It was the wall to his left that held his attention. The plaster had been decorated with white and grey columns and arches painted on a red background. In the central area of the wall, someone had painted a picture on a white square surrounded by mottled blue and red.

Ancient goddesses and a god.

The answer to the clue the demon had given to him.

The hairs on the back of Kyter’s neck prickled and he turned swiftly to face the person behind him.

The female from the fae town stood in the middle of the dusty empty room, a short black blade balanced on her left shoulder and her green eyes filled with a spark of curiosity as she studied him from head to toe.

Slowly.

He shifted his feet into a more solid stance and debated whether he could reach for his backpack and retrieve his knife before she could attack him.

She canted her head towards her blade. “What are you doing here? The site is closed.”

Kyter slowly shrugged out of his backpack and let it fall at his heels.

She dropped her eyes to it and then lifted them back to his face, her green gaze piercing his. “I know you understand English. I heard you muttering to yourself outside where I was working.”

She had better hearing than he had anticipated, and he clearly had less control over his mouth than he had believed. He hadn’t even realised he had muttered to himself after catching a glimpse of the sweat rolling down between her breasts.

His gaze betrayed him and dropped to her chest. A darker V had formed on the black camisole there, luring his eyes to that spot. He forced them to drop lower, taking in the rest of her, allowing his gaze to do a slow leisurely dance over her dangerous curves.

You don’t look like an archaeologist.” He dragged his eyes back up to her face, pretending not to notice that the temperature in the room had just risen by around fifty degrees. Or maybe it was just his blood. “So… same question back at you. What are you doing here when the site is closed?”

She smiled and raked her gaze over him again, setting his blood on fire. She had to stop doing that. Whenever her eyes did a slow once over of his body, his instincts roared to the fore and he wanted to stalk towards her, grab the back of her neck and drag her against him to show her just how hard the body she was eyeing was beneath all his clothes.

“I asked first.” She lowered the blade to her side.

Kyter stepped back, over his pack, pretending he was doing it to keep his distance from her weapon. He hadn’t zipped the front pocket completely closed when he had taken the guidebook out. His knife was in there. He probably had a fifty percent chance of reaching it before she reached him. He had a better chance if he shifted. It might catch her off guard, giving him extra seconds in which to complete his transformation and take her down.

But he couldn’t shift yet.

Tradition said he had to wait a period of a month before he could shift and give in to his need to grieve in his jaguar form.

“What are you doing here?” Her tone gained a sharp edge, one that matched her blade. It seemed the mysterious female didn’t have much in the way of patience.

He raised his hand and waggled the guidebook he held in it. “I was admiring the fresco.”

She looked beyond him and then back at him. “It was more beautiful before.”

“Before?” He frowned and edged his feet further apart, shuffling back half a step at the same time so he could come down straight on top of the pack when he went for his knife.

“Before Vesuvius erupted,” she said flatly. “It was more beautiful. The whole town was.”

Kyter was unsure whether to believe she was saying what he thought she was.

She had been here, before the volcano had erupted.

He wanted to laugh at that. He had to have heard her wrong, or misinterpreted what she had said. Maybe something had happened to the fresco since they had uncovered it years ago or she was talking theoretically. Yeah. That was it. She was being theoretical. Of course the whole town had been more beautiful before it had been covered in ash and buried for centuries.

He couldn’t quite convince himself to believe that and his instincts said not to let this chance to get some information out of her slip through his hands. He had a golden opportunity to find out whether she was implying that she was a few millennia old. It would certainly narrow down her potential species to a number he could probably count on his hands and toes.

“I’m no scholar, but didn’t Vesuvius erupt like a couple of thousand years ago?”

She smiled and it hit him hard in the chest. “It did. In seventy-nine AD in fact. Thankfully, I was not here at the time. It was a shame what happened. It was a truly beautiful place.”

Kyter stared at her. Gawped if he was feeling honest about it. She was over two thousand years old. What the hell was she? She didn’t look a day over thirty.

Sorceress? He couldn’t scent any magic on her, but maybe she had cast a spell on him the moment he had set eyes on her. He certainly felt as if she had.

Siren? She didn’t strike him as one of that kind, although she did seem to have a hold over him, a magnetic pull that he found difficult to resist, one he felt might spell his doom.

Angel? She was beautiful enough to be something as ethereal as one of that kind.

Her green eyes narrowed as her black eyebrows dipped low above them.

All of the light left her expression, leaving it as cold as stone. “I will not ask you again. Why are you really here? I sensed you in the fae town.”

Busted. He had thought he had been subtle when tracking her. The only explanation he could come up with was one based on what she had said. Sensed. She had sensed, not seen him. He had been staring at her a lot that night, his focus locked with intent on her. He had stared at her in the same way when she had appeared before him tonight. She must have put two and two together. Clever little kitty.

Kyter adopted a crooked smile, one that normally worked like a charm on the ladies. “You got me. I’m looking for something.”

Her fine eyebrows rose. “That is strange. So am I.”

She swiftly pointed her blade at him, her eyes narrowed again and her rosy lips compressed into a dangerously thin line.

“Stay out of my way. I will not allow you to interfere in my business.”

Kyter growled low in his throat. “This is more than business to me.”

He had been right. She was a goddamned mercenary. A treasure hunter looking for a score.

She didn’t waver as he stared her down, no longer hiding his anger, aiming all of it at her.

Her blade remained steady. Not even the point shifted.

The jaguar side of him appreciated her grace and strength, and he wanted to growl at her for a whole different reason as he raked his eyes over her, recalling how she had moved through the crowd in the fae town. An agile and beautiful female.

The tip of her blade dipped.

His gaze darted to hers and he caught the brief flash of colour on her cheeks. It seemed the little kitty wasn’t as unflappable as he had thought. He could affect her.

Kyter stepped over his backpack, narrowing the distance between them. She stepped back to keep it steady.

“Give up your quest,” she said, her tone steady even though her heartbeat had just picked up in his ears. “I will not tolerate interference in my business. Leave.”

He lifted his shoulders and her gaze briefly dipped to them before leaping back to his.

“You don’t own the place, or whatever it is you’re after, so you can’t tell me what to do. How about you stay out of my business? I won’t tolerate your interference. This is my territory now.”

Her eyes widened a fraction before narrowing on him again. “You will regret your actions.”

Kyter looked back over his shoulder at the fresco. He had a feeling he was in the right place and that was why she wanted him away from it. She knew something he didn’t though. It was there in her eyes. If she knew the city, then she had the advantage. He needed that advantage.

She wasn’t impenetrable. He could affect her.

He had made her blush.

He wasn’t above playing on that to get what he wanted from her.

Hunted by a Jaguar is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback.

Author Bio

Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If you're a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.

If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the new Eternal Mates series.

If you want to know more about Felicity, or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places:

About Me

Hi my name is Yeya (well not really but it is what most people call me). I love to read, craft, run and love animals. I'm a wife and mother of a soon to be 13 yr old. The main purpose of this blog is to have somewhere to well...just ramble about things that interest me, my hobbies, etc. Thanks for stopping by, hopefully my ramblings will inspire others or just give them a nice chuckle.